Mug shot.

I really hate posting photos of myself. Especially head shots. Mike thought that I shouldn't smile in the photo {it's more natural}, but the no-smile shots just made me look angry. Anyway, here I am, with slightly shorter hair thanks to a sporadic but fun-as-always hour with Bradley last night. I'm growing out the bangs. Mike prefers the swoop vs. the dramatic straight-down. I like them both ways, but with summer days of 98% humidity quickly approaching, it probably makes sense to have something a little more manageable. I couldn't go too short, as there is no way I could function without being able to put my hair in a ponytail. Now that I think about it, this picture looks like a passport photo. Oh well.

I had a dream last night that David Archuleta, Elizabeth & I went to see the Salt Lake Philharmonic Orchestra {is there such a thing?} together. Afterwards, we went to his cabin where we had to hide from the vampires that were tracking me {a la Twilight}. Strange. I was happy to wake up this morning, albeit it 4am.